Fallen Tears

1: Long Line of Trees

Edited

Lillith's POV

Another day in the dumps, literally. I thought miserably as I quietly made my away through the crowded streets of London. I have recently found out that I am in fact still in London, though things are weird today. Many people are crowded outside of a large building, I begin to walk a little closer when I hear a lot of screaming as a couple of boys walk out of the building, bodyguards surrounding them. I sigh as I turn away from the frantically screaming girls, and walk to my favorite place, the place where I can just let loose and relax without anyone judging, the park. Well, more specifically the large oak tree, a place where I can climb and ignore all of my troubles. I quickly make my way to the park and climb up grabbing into the familiar branches. I make myself comfortable on one of the lower branches just in case I doze off and fall. I sit for awhile, dosing off until I hear loud laughter and cheering. Probably just some kids playing a game, I think as I close my eyes once more. I sigh in relief finally believing that I can rest despite the annoying sounds of people, that is, until some idiot decides to kick a soccerball up and knock me out of my tree. I cover my head as best as I can as I hit the ground with a thud. Ugh I groan as pain spreads through my body. I could hear voices but I couldn't make out any words, as the pain died down a bit I was able to open my eyes. I looked at the People standing around me, they are quite a bit older than me, judging by their size and appearance they are around 20 they looked oddly familiar. Shakily (is that a word?) I tried my best to stand, only to lose balance, and fall back down again. The boys didn't say anything, they aren't even looking at me! I took this as my chance, before they could look and bombard me with questions, I ran. Sprinting towards the long line of trees I wasn't able to check if anyone was following me, I was always faster than most people so I hadn't expected anyone to catch up to me, keyword hadn't. That is, until I felt long arms wrap around my waist,
"let. Me. Go!" I screamed, though the arms only tightened, I fell limp and stopped struggling. The guy let me go, big mistake, I started running again trying my best to get away, this time getting caught by someone with even stronger arms. I lashed around doing my best to get free, but to no avail. I turned to the first guy, seething I asked,
"what do you want?" I said it as sassily as I could, they just laughed. Shaking my head in annoyance, I decided to keep asking them questions until they got annoyed and left.
"Can I leave?" I ask
"No" they respond
"why?" I ask, but as soon as the question left my mouth, one of the two that hadn't yet spoke, the curly one, went ballistic.
"NOPE NO WE ARE NOT PLAYING THE WHY GAME!" He shouted, he sounds just like my parents, what if he hits me?
"Please don't hurt me!" I whimpered in fear as the thoughts ran through my mind, the one who caught me first, Blondie, that's what I'll call him. Hugs me in an attempt to comfort me, "No no, it's okay nobody is going to hurt you" he spoke softly. If only he knew, I thought sadly,
"Okay, I'm going to ask you a couple questions," I just nodded.
"Alright first, where are your parents?" That question hit me like a bag of bricks, tears sprung into my eyes as I looked away, trying my best not to burst into tears.
"M-my parents th-they," I couldn't finish my sentence, I burst into tears sobbing. I looked up teary eyed at Blondie, he seemed to understand, at least I hope he did.
"Are you an orphan?" The one who hadn't spoken until now asked, that was a question I still hadn't been able to answer myself, was I? I don't live in an orphanage, but I don't really have parents. Loud coughing brought me out of my daze,
"oh, I-I'm s-s-sorry, I uh was l-lost in thought. To a-answer your que-question, I, um I'm not really sure."
The boys looked at me confused,
"care to elaborate?" The one with colorful hair asked,
"well I don't live in an o-orphanage b-but I don't really have parents either." Incase you haven't noticed I haven't had people to talk to regularly so don't judge my stutter. The boys looked at me with sympathy, and they all came around and hugged me, is this what family is like? I thought sadly, family something I haven't had for awhile, I felt someone pull away, so naturally, I did too. It was curly, he was looking at me with a confused expression, it was silent for a moment until he finally asked,

"how long have you avoided the agency?" He asked, oh great this question, I gulped nervously before responding, 

"a-about th-three months."